Donald’s van rattled as he drove down toward the end of the dead end street off of Maple Dr. The tools and worn chemical bottles clanged together at every dip, crack, and pothole. The van swayed back and forth from the dips and holes in the road. The shocks weren’t doing much anymore against the bumps of the road.

“One last job for the day,” Donald muttered to himself as he crept down the bumpy d...

Death had taken me by force, and I did not ask for this circumstance, nor would I wish this upon anyone else. Colors are bland, and smells are nonexistent. The dress I was married in is tattered and decayed, falling apart at the seams. My soul is stuck in this fallen and decrepit body that once loved and adored everything about him. He will pay for what he has done....

Tony didn’t know he was going to die that evening. He felt the same pompous trust in the world around him that he did everyday. That he was always in the right, that he could do no wrong. A sense of entitlement that stayed with him since his upbringing. Tony felt the world was his oyster, and that he could do and act however he wanted. Until that fateful day after the trees came down.

The neighb...